mulberry wine

the table stained
with mulberry wine
spilled in a fist banging
moment

is quiet rage preferable
to loud exclamations
would the stains be less
evident

the ramifications
of wood newly stained
with plump red drops still
sliding

small rivulets of mulberry
extending and expanding
wayward in their path
earthwards

the tale of quick rising
vine fueled wrath
the seeds of maturity long
buried

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